It is a cloudy day in June, and the temperature has fallen below the freezing point.
The chill bites into my bones and cracks my fingertips.
I taste the salt that drips from my nose, as it runs from my eyes.
Dinner is gulfed down like there’ll be no more meals.
I want to run away from this world
and run away from myself.
I want to run towards the sun
even if I will melt in its heat.
If I were to disappear
I would not leave a trace.
I would vanish like I had never ever existed.
I don’t need anyone’s mourning after my death
nor anyone’s sympathy
I would leave like I had never come.
Nobody can’t live without me,
and time will take away the tears.
Without me, the world will still be the same.
I don’t want to leave anything behind,
as everything is stained.
Unfortunately I can’t erase the past.
I can’t destroy the world,
nor can I destroy myself.
I can only move forward like a zombie.
My stomach feels knotted
and my clenching hands are cold.
I try my hardest to breathe
the vitality in the air.
六月的 大阴天 气温跌破了冰点
我嘴里 有点咸 是鼻子代替了眼
晚饭又 狼吞虎咽 好像没有明天
朝太阳 方向奔跑 就算被融解